how must you ache
i understand
at least you have me
i promise to make it
to make your sacrifices worth it

just a week
easily spared
meanings of gold

tears
aching for you
that selfish fucker
cannot describe
absolutely speechless

just do
at least
prove the least

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fifth day
twenty eighth day
two hundred eighty eighth day

two zero one six
no boys
no c o c a i n e

my numbers
little goals
every second that ticks
all the credit is mine
i’ve done it now

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warped between thirteen and fourteen
first segment of the year
high and up above
with my golden wings
accelerating through with ease

a student to the earth
a lover to self fellow beings
a giver returning blessings
a master to focused thoughts

cannot lie
cannot say i am not greedy
i want it all
i want to feel it all
i want to embrace all of it

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vision

layers
my own space
rustic stories
originality
splashes of colour

opening my eye
seek standing still
in the moment
combination of the senses
product of my membrane

touch down
creatively flowing
enjoying the process
little pranks of le beloved mercury
laughing it off
retracing my thoughts

tradition and rules
research and decompose
out of the box i say
no box can contain this
i grow
expansion is due

looking forward
delighted to grasp
this future of mine
ready to fight relentlessly
for my own recognition

M I N E